I guess so

Don’t feel right here anymore. Socks before shoes, 

But I can’t remember the last time we kissed.

The front door is unlocked for all the neighbor’s

Ghosts. Clouds roll by, sun peaks through pine

Trees, the sunlight hits the pine needles. In a 

Glistening, kind of winter day way. Wishing for

Thoughts of tomorrow, today. Wait for the

Full moon, and you shall see your answers.